The Anti-Feminist
It's poetry, perhaps sometimes with commentary. Feel free to comment.
Thursday, 3 February 2011
Mere/Merde
I was one of your own,
but you threw me to the wolves.
Chest ripped open,
heart on a platter.
Buffet for the sick.
All you can eat.
The sick, the drunk,
the fucked up,
the fuckers.
Fuck you
and your mother.
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